This is a song about "Rats"

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

For setting up traps

Trapping with the hood rats

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit